"Alright, I'm going to begin with the questions. Stop me if I'm going too fast - I do that. The wolf: clearly an Earth canid? No unusual traits, physical or - as far as you could tell - mental? How severe was the bite?"
The questions came rapid-fire and the Doctor stopped only to breathe. He had more, but he needed the information from the first round to tailor the second. A host of possibilities were crowding his brain, from alien contagion to - ridiculous as it might sound - genuine werewolves.
He was abruptly glad that Hank was a scientist. Being naturally analytical and observant, perhaps he'd have caught something that would be useful.